“Her.”
The word stayed in the room.
I stood beside Deucalion, staring at the man who had just said it. His eyes were still fixed on me, and I did not like the way he looked at me.
“She looks beautiful.”
He finally smiled.
“I am Alpha Lucius of the North.”
He opened his arms slightly.
“Welcome to my territory.”
Deucalion’s expression remained cold. “We did not come here for a welcome.”
Lucius laughed. “I can see that.”
The doors behind us suddenly closed.
I turned.
Several armed wolves stood around the room. Some carried swords. Others had their hands near their weapons.
My stomach tightened.
Deucalion noticed. “Are we guests or prisoners?”
Lucius leaned back in his chair. “Guests, for now.”
His eyes returned to me.
I stepped closer to Deucalion.
Lucius smiled again. “Wher
